Date: Sun, 18 Dec 2011 00:54:43 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Kane & Spencer. Chapter Five

   It was surprising at how much force there was in that small amount of
explosive, but it was enough to lift that yacht up and throw it to one
side. Holding onto the rail as we were, our grip wasn't enough to keep us
there and we were both thrown into the water. The blast had been enormous
and my ears popped just before we hit and then popped again as we sank
down.

   I came up to the surface gasping for air just a few feet from Tracey who
was spluttering like me and I looked towards the boat as I shook the water
from my eyes. It was at least fifty yards past us now as it was heeled over
but still moving in a curve, one screw still turning I assumed. It was
slowing down but also sinking as it drew further away and I could see
figures near the stern trying to get the dinghy cast off from the davits.

   `By the time they get that down, the fucking boat will have sunk,'
Tracey said as we trod water and tried to see above the waves. `Also a long
way from us too. We'd better start swimming for the island before we drift
too far ourselves.'

   This I agreed with for we could only see the tops of the trees from
where we were and we started to swim towards them. We were about half way
there, taking it slow for my side didn't like the strain I was putting on
the new scar there, when we heard a boat coming our way.

   I thought it was going to miss us for the sound didn't seem to be
getting any louder, but then the pitch changed, so they must have spotted
us. We stopped swimming and trod water again and waved our arms hoping they
would see exactly where we were for we still couldn't see them.

   It was about five minutes later that the boat was suddenly there coming
to a stop just above us. There were two people in the boat and their hands
came down and grabbed Tracey first and hauled him out of my sight. Then the
two black arms came down for me and I saw their grinning faces as they
pulled me out and into the boat.

   `Man. That was some bang. What happened?' asked one of the men.

   `I don't know,' I replied, shaking my head to get the water out of my
ears. `We were on the bridge one minute and in the water the next.'

   `Are there any more in the water out there?' he asked as the other man
started the engine again.

   'I don't know. I saw them trying to get the dinghy off before we lost
sight of the boat.'

   `Well we'll go and see if there are,' and he pointed forward for the
other man to steer while he stood up to see forward.

   `Did you come from the island?' I asked the man steering the boat.

   `Yes sir. Lyon Island is where we work.'

   `I think we would have made it,' I said.

   `But then you mightn't. There's a strong current that runs alongside
it,' he grinned. `That's why we come out.'

   About ten minutes later, at a signal from the man standing up, he backed
the throttles and the boat slowed down and we could see debris floating
about but no sign of the boat or of the dinghy. We slowly cruised through
the flotsam and the man looking out gave a shout and pointed off to the
left. The boat turned and then a minute later I saw a waving arm and a man
clinging to a floating door.

   He was quickly heaved up into the boat where he lay down on the boards
for a moment before sitting up and thanking them for saving him.

   `Any more out there?' he was asked.

   `I don't think so. The others got off in the dinghy but I was trapped
down below. When I got out just as she went down, they were too far away to
see me.'

   `Which way did they go?'

   `I don't know. That way I think,' he waved his hand vaguely towards the
north.

   `They should have stayed around a bit,' the steersman said bitterly,
`and not just move off like that.'

   `Well we'll just cruise round a bit to see if there is anyone else,'
said the first man, and so we moved around in ever widening circles for
about an hour before giving up.

   `You came from Nassau?' the first man asked me.

   `Yes,' I said.

   `Okay. We'll take you there. Take about two hours, okay?'

   `That's fine with us,' I said, speaking for Tracey as well.

   `Okay with me too,' said the other survivor. I now had my arm around
Tracey's shoulder and held him tight to me.

   `Are you okay?'

   'Fine, but I feel I look like a mess,' he grinned at me. `That was some
bang wasn't it?'

   `Sure was, but I bet he didn't go down with his ship.'

   We learned from the other one pulled from the water that he was the
cabin steward, looking after the staterooms. It was in one that he had got
trapped when the boat blew up. He'd been almost knocked out and that was
why it took him so long to get off the sinking craft. I also found out that
Bee Bee had a villa just outside of Freetown on Grand Bahamas, and that was
where he guessed the dinghy had headed for. With subtle questions asked as
though we were just passing the time till we got to Nassau, I learned more
about the villa.

   It was to the west of the town and Bee Bee's bedroom was on the second
floor in the west wing facing the sea. It had a balcony and large French
windows that were usually left open at night. He had a staff of six there,
Ferdie, for this was this man's name, was one of the six, and they all
lived at the back of the place. The steward of the boat was also another
member of the live in staff.

   The two hours passed quickly and we soon nosed into the harbour and
moored up at a pontoon by some steps that was opposite a lounge bar that
belonged to Lyon Island. I'd found out that the two men who had saved us
were called Samuel and Julian, and I promised that I would leave them
something at the lounge later for saving us. They even got the company car
to take the three of us to the Hilton. I'd virtually dried off by now as
I'd only been wearing a shirt and shorts though Tracey was still rather
damp in his dress.

   `Ferdie's gay,' Tracey whispered to me before we got into the car.

   `How do you know?' I whispered back.

   `I know. I saw the way he was looking at you. Those shorts of yours
don't leave much to the imagination. I don't know how he kept his hands to
himself for I'm sure he was longing to stroke you there.'

   We got into the car at this point, Tracey first, then me and Ferdie
followed. We sat in the back and our thighs were all touching. As we drove
off from the harbour, I tested Tracey's theory by putting my hand on the
bare leg of Ferdie, just below the bottom of his shorts. He smiled at me
and covered my hand with his and so I guessed that Tracey was right, for he
didn't move my hand but even seemed to be pressing it.

   It was only a short ride and we were soon at the hotel and I told Ferdie
to come up to our suite where he could have a shower and I would let him
have some clean clothes to wear.

   He was impressed that we had a top floor suite and I mixed some drinks
and offered him one too which he accepted. He kept calling me sir and I
told him to call me Michael and drop the sir, for we were survivors of a
wreck and not man and servant. He seemed quite shy when he said the name I
had given myself for the first time as he took the glass from my hand.

   `Would you like to try a bit of black meat?' Tracey said quietly to me
as I passed him his glass. I was taken aback that Tracey was asking me if I
wanted to have sex with Ferdie.

   `I...I don't know,' I stuttered. `What about you? You'd let me do that?'

   `Of course darling. I think that you would then really appreciate me.'

   `But I appreciate you now.'

   `Oh don't be such a stuffed shirt. He fancies you and I would like to
know what you think, afterwards.' I didn't know how to answer this and sat
down to have my drink. Tracey quickly finished his and stood up.

   `I'm going to have my shower and then I'm going out,' he said.

   `Going out? Where?' I asked.

   `Well to have my hair done first, and then maybe browse through the shop
for another dress. This thing's been ruined. I'll be gone for about three
hours. I'll also order dinner for three for when I get back. Do you know
Ferdie?' Tracey began as he paused by my chair and rubbed my hair with his
hand. `My husband sometimes fancies a boy or young man.' With that little
bombshell dropped, left us and went on through to the bedroom.

   I'm sure my face had gone red at this parting remark from him. Ferdie
and I sat in silence for quite some time before he spoke up. 'I too fancy a
man sometimes,' he said. I looked at his black face but couldn't tell if he
was blushing or not, and didn't know what to say to his remark. I was saved
from saying anything by Tracey coming back into the room, dressed in a big
white bath robe.

   `Your turn now,' he said to me, `while I get dressed.' I finished my
drink and went into the bedroom, followed by Tracey, and got undressed for
my shower.

   `Are you going to have him or not,' he asked as I went into the
bathroom, `because if you don't, then I will.'

   `Why do you want to fuck him?'

   `To prove to myself that you will be the one I love, and that's why I
want you to have him, for the same reason.' There must have been some logic
in his mind as to what he was saying, but I couldn't see it. I had my
shower and thought about having a black man and wondered how big he was and
if I wanted him to have me as well as me taking him. I got a hard on at the
thought. I finished my shower and dried myself and waited a bit for myself
to calm down and made the decision that I would fuck him if he wanted me
to.

   With that decided, I could hear that Tracey was still in the other room,
so I opened the door still naked so that Ferdie could see me full frontal.

   `Where's my bath robe?' I asked Tracey and he smiled.

   `Behind the bathroom door,' he said sweetly, guessing that I had decided
to do it. I also saw that Ferdie was having a good look at me before I
turned back into the bedroom to get the robe. I put it on and returned and
told Ferdie that the shower was now his. He got up and went into the
bedroom as Tracey came over and kissed me.

   `Have fun. I'll be back in three hours,' and then with another quick
kiss, he was gone.

   I then thought of Ferdie in the shower and he was mine to fuck and began
to get an erection at the thought. I undid my robe and went into the
bedroom and through to the bathroom. I went inside and saw Ferdie in the
shower, his back to me and I saw the black round cheeks of his bum and felt
that I did need him.

   `I think I would like to fuck you Ferdie,' I said, my voice sounding a
little hoarse. He turned round to see my open robe and my erection sticking
out. He had a smile on his face and I also saw that he was sporting an
erection too, though I now saw that he wasn't as big as me. His prick was
black as his body but the tip of his cock under the foreskin was pink and I
had a sudden urge to suck on it.

   `I would like that Michael,' he said in a soft voice.

   `Then get out of that shower and come to bed.' He quickly turned off the
water and roughly dried himself and followed me into the bedroom where I
shucked off my robe and got onto the bed. He finished with the towel and
dropped it and got onto the bed and lay down beside me. We lay on our sides
facing each other and he gave his lips a quick lick before we moved closer
together and his thicker lips met mine in a kiss. The tips of our cocks
twitching against each other as we moved our bodies even closer so that we
held each other tight in our kiss.

   We broke off and I put my hand down and held his hard shaft and gently
moved it up and down, feeling the skin move easily over the hard muscle
underneath.

   `This is my first time with a black cock,' I said as I moved down the
bed and looked closely at his throbbing piece in my hand, feeling how much
bigger than Tracey's it was. The eye of the pink head was winking at me as
I put my tongue to it and felt him shiver at the touch. I then put the head
of his cock into my mouth and gave him some head. He gave out a groan as my
hot mouth engulfed him and he moved himself on the bed in pleasure as I
slowly sucked and tongued him.

   But I didn't want him to come at this point and so I let him go and lay
back for him to do the same to me. It seemed strange to see a black head of
hair go down on me though his mouth was just as hot as Tracey's as he
tongued and sucked on me. He too had other ideas for his prick for he soon
lifted his head up off me and came back up the bed and kissed me.

   I decided to let him fuck me first for I might have chickened out if I'd
gone first, so I got a condom out and rolled it down his prick and rolled
over and went up onto my knees to wait for him to start. I also put a blob
of cream at my backside because he was much bigger than Tracey in that
department.

   His hand was firm on my hip as I felt the head of his cock find my
backside and then the pressure as he began to push into me.

   By Christ did it hurt as the head expanded my entrance and I couldn't
stifle my cry as it went as wide as the circumference of his cock as it was
pushed into me, and then came the soothing stroke as it went in and his
shaft then followed it. I let out my breath as his thighs reached the
cheeks of my bum and I felt him fully and feeling so solid inside me. My
own cock seemed to swell even larger at having that presence deep inside
me, exciting me as I felt it throb and pulsate. Then he began moving and I
felt every inch of him as he fucked me. I even began to push back to meet
his forward thrusts and absolutely loved it when he held me tight up
against him as he came in short, sharp savage jabs.

  He was breathing hard when he came to a stop and I could still feel him
twitching inside me as I squeezed his cock with my sphincter muscle. The
pain was not half so bad as he pulled out and I gasped at the loss and the
vacant space he left behind.

   He got off the bed, still breathing deeply as he went into the bathroom
and disposed of the condom. He came back in with a big smile as he got back
onto the bed and gave me a kiss and took the condom out of my hand and
rolled it down on my throbbing piece.

   Now it was my turn and it felt as though my balls were about to burst I
needed him so much. He was on his knees and I now had his black buttocks
before me that were as smooth as Tracey's and much fuller. My cock looked
strange in its white rubber up against the black skin and I parted the
cheeks and saw the pinkish target and buried my cock deep inside his black
arse. It was a grand fuck and I came much too soon but kept it going long
enough so that he had more of me than I did of him. I can't really say what
the difference was between him and Tracey except that I loved Tracey more
than Ferdie, but a fuck is a fuck.

   He too groaned as I pulled out of him and did the same as he did with
the used condom. I got back onto the bed and we kissed and stroked other
and did some more talking. I learned that the villa was called Alvus House
which brought me round to finding out if Bee Bee had survived the
explosion. I got Ferdie to give me the telephone number which I wrote down
on the pad by the bedside lamp and picked up the telephone. I asked the
switchboard downstairs to get the number for me.

   `Hello, Alvus House?' I asked when the phone at the other end was picked
up. `Could I speak to Sir Bingham please?'

   `I'm sorry sir, but the master is asleep. I cannot disturb him,' the
tinny voice told me.

   `That's okay. Just give him this message when he wakes up. The English
couple and one crewman were picked up by a boat from Lyon Island and taken
to Nassau. The English couple are leaving for England in the morning and
the crewman, Ferdie his name is, will get back to the villa sometime during
the day. Thank you very much,' and I replaced the receiver. So the bastard
was still alive and so I lay there for a little while thinking, letting
Ferdie stroke my flaccid penis.

   `How long will it take for this to rise up again?' he asked.

   `About another half hour or so,' I replied, not thinking of sex but of
how to get to Bee Bee again. `Look Ferdie. I've got to make another call,
but it's private, so I'll use the phone in the other room. Keep this warm
for me,' I said as I gave his prick that was in the same state as mine, a
stroke.

   I went through to the other room and put a call through to London. It
would about midnight there, tough. The call was to Charlie.

   `Sorry it's so late to be ringing you Charlie, but I need some help.'

   `That's all right sir. I hadn't gone to bed yet. What can I do for you?'

   `I need two of the squad to come to Nassau on the first available
flight. The bird from the Manor is here and I plan to snatch him.'

   `Jolly good sir. Who shall I bring with me?' His voice sounded full of
enthusiasm.

   `Sorry Charlie. I need you there in case of any other problems. They'll
only be here a couple of hours, and then it's back again.'

   `Okay sir,' sounding a bit crestfallen, but I needed him to stay there
by the phone. I gave him the number of the Hilton for him to ring me when
he had the arrival time here and who he was sending. I sat there for a few
minutes after putting down the phone as I ran the idea I had through my
mind. There was an element of excitement in me and I felt the old todger
start to stir and I had a willing partner in the bedroom willing to help
it. So I went back onto the bed and into the arms of Ferdie.

   He saw and felt that I was beginning to get hard again, so he turned
round on the bed and took me into his mouth to start to suck and chew on
me. It was strange to see dark black thighs and a black tool in front of me
instead of the white cock and tanned body of Tracey. But it was that pink
head peeking out of the black skin that fascinated me as I moved his penis
around with my finger. As he was still slack, I was able to take the whole
of his cock into my mouth to begin to suck and raise him up as before.

   It was strange to have a prick completely in my mouth and feel it begin
to get hard as I sucked and chewed on it. To feel it grow and force its way
out as it became really hard and now something to really chew on. Mine was
rock hard and he was working down on me as I did on his.

   It didn't take us long to approach our peaks as I held the base of his
cock tight as his hips began to move like mine as I fucked his mouth and he
fucked mine. We were two heaving bodies as we strained to get more cock
inside as we came almost simultaneously in great gobs of sperm. I gently
squeezed his big balls as he came, really filling my mouth with his coming,
mind you, I was filling his too at the same time.

   His tasted of cinnamon and it wasn't unpleasant as I ran it round my
mouth before swallowing. I think he liked the sucking and licking in the
aftermath though I didn't suck his balls, only scratched them.

   His eyes were shining when he came up the bed to kiss me.

   `You're the best white man I've been with,' he said with a big smile.

   `I can say the same about you,' I grinned back at him and we had a few
more kisses before I said that we'd better get up and dressed before the
wife got back. So we showered together and he even went down on his knees
to give me an extra suck before we finished. I gave him a pair of trousers
and a shirt to wear though I didn't have shoes for him, which was okay he
said.

   We'd only been in the sitting room of the suite for about twenty minutes
before Tracey came breezing in, hair nicely done and wearing a new dress.

   `Did you behave yourselves while I was gone?' he asked with a smile as
he came over and kissed me.

   `Yes ma-am,' Ferdie replied.

   `Liar,' he laughed. `I can tell when the cat's had the cream. I hope
there's some left for me tonight. Dinner for three is on the way and an
iced bottle of champagne to celebrate our saving from the sea.'

   `I like your hair darling,' I said. `They did a good job, and I like the
dress too.' Tracey then showed me another dress he had bought and some
different underwear and a pair of shoes. By the time we'd looked these
over, dinner arrived, and Ferdie was rather hesitant at first to sit and
eat with us, but Tracey made him sit and eat and help us drink the
champagne.

   Ferdie told us some stories about the Bahamas that made us laugh and I
learned who was the man to contact for anything I needed. That was Samson
who ran a shop called Garibaldi's. No one knew his real name for he had
always been known as Sam's son, the previous owner. He had been the local
head man of Nassau's underworld and knew something about everyone. He had
been the agent for Francis Lyon who built the hotel on Lyon Island. Built
another on New Providence and also created her own air line. Samson then
took over the role of agent and was still a man to be feared amongst the
locals and a man I wanted to meet.

   Tracey began to yawn and suggested that it was time for bed as we'd had
one hell of a day. Ferdie could sleep on the sofa and so went to get some
spare blankets from the bedroom.

   That's when my call from London came through.

   `Hello Charlie, what have you got for me?'

   `All fixed. Do you know what time it is? It's four in the morning, but
you will be getting Jones and Fraser.' That would be Colin and Donald I
thought, managing to remember the faces to go with the names. `They will be
leaving Heathrow at seven, so that will be ten o'clock your end when they
land.'

   `Thanks Charlie. Get some sleep but keep the phone near you for the next
twenty four hours.' I put the phone down and yawned myself as Tracey spread
the blankets out for Ferdie and so we said goodnight to him and went into
bedroom to get ready for bed.

*